Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 56



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 56

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A few days later. Early in the morning.

After finishing breakfast, Ilmok went about his daily routine differently than usual.

Instead of attending Jin Ha-yeon’s morning class, he left Pungamjeon straight away and headed somewhere.

And in the huge manor that Ilmok arrived at, there was a training ground divided into several sections.

“Are you Prince Pal?”

When Ichimoku nodded to the question of the man guarding the front of the training ground, he pointed to the space on the far left.

“You can get evaluated there.”

“Thank you for your guidance.”

Ichimoku nodded and tried to shake off his tension as he headed towards the direction the man pointed to.

“Welcome.”

The person who welcomed such a sight was a man who looked to be in his forties with a face filled with a somewhat playful expression.

“Ah. Don’t feel sorry for not showing respect. In the Magic Academy, regardless of family or rank, we only act according to the rules of the Magic Academy. Prince Eight.”

To the man’s joking words, Ichimoku answered while hiding his nervousness.

“I don’t care, instructor.”

“Hahaha. To be called ‘instructor’ by the disciple of the Supreme Being? I guess I’ve become successful.”

At that seemingly playful tone of voice, Ichimoku actually felt his nerves tighten.

The reason was simple.

From now on, the entrance examination for the Magic Hall would begin.

It wasn’t that I was afraid of failing the Magic Hall examination. Rather, it was because this was a demonic cult.

‘You never know what kind of crazy guy he might be. You can’t let your guard down.’

I couldn’t let my guard down because I didn’t know what crazy thing the instructor might do during the examination.

Now, I knew it very well, having spent a year in the Demonic Cult.

In the Demonic Cult, the only people who are ‘relatively’ sane are the highest-ranking masters of the cult who have mastered high-level magic to the level of de-demonic magic. Or, the low-ranking warriors who have only mastered low-level magic.

Rather, the mediocre experts were the craziest ones.

And if he was an instructor at a magic school that only trains the best talents in the Demonic Cult, he would not have learned mediocre, low-level magic.

However, if he was just an instructor and not even a ‘magician’s master’, there was a high possibility that he would not have been able to reach the level of being de-magicated.

In other words, the instructors of the Magic Academy were the most madmen in their prime. Like seasonal fish.

At that moment, the instructor who had been smiling brightly opened his mouth again.

“If you do that, I’ll start.”

Without even a word of explanation, he immediately started to follow the law and rushed at Ichimoku.

It might have seemed strange, but it was normal in the Demonic Cult.

It didn’t make sense for someone who wanted to enter the Magic Hall to come without even knowing the admission screening process.

Also, it didn’t matter if he didn’t recognize me. If he was going to be taken by surprise to this extent, he wouldn’t be qualified to enter the Magic Hall anyway.

And the first impression was that he did not disappoint the instructor’s expectations.

visor!

It was a simple attack where he unleashed his Talhon Bigeom and struck down the instructor’s sword while making a surprise attack.

“Hoo~.”

The instructor’s offensive continues, letting out a strange snort as if he had discovered a fun toy.

The instructor of the Red Swordsmanship Free Kick has been pressuring Ilmok by moving his two swords freely.

He would swing his left and right swords alternately to launch a variety of attacks, and he would also launch a surprise attack by swinging his swords together.

But Ichimoku easily blocked or dodged the attack.

‘I’m quite familiar with the method.’

The fact that the instructor’s main skill was long-range combat was a stroke of luck for Ilmok.

Excluding his master, Cheonma, the opponents with whom Ilmok fought the most were Jin Ha-yeon and Hyukryeon Seon-a.

And the two of them were learning the craft and tribute respectively. Although there were subtle differences in the methods, the methods of dealing with them were somewhat similar.

For a moment, I was able to withstand the instructor’s attacks without any problems by focusing solely on defense.

As Ichimoku became somewhat accustomed to his opponent’s movements, a change occurred in his movements.

Move your sword concisely to check your opponent’s movements and at the same time, use your tactics to create a gap.

The most basic thing in fighting is spacing. Maintaining a spacing that is advantageous to you and disadvantageous to your opponent.

Whether it was martial arts, martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, or ground combat, there was only one simple way for a swordsman like Ilmok to deal with his enemies.

Maintaining a distance where my sword can touch, but my opponent’s hand cannot.

It’s the most basic thing that any swordsman knows, but in some ways it’s the most difficult thing.

visor!

With a surprise move, Ichimoku opened up a gap of about a step in an instant, and while maintaining that gap, he swung his sword without stopping.

visor!

Whoosh!

There were times when Ichimoku’s sword and the instructor’s sword clashed, creating a frictional sound, and the instructor also used a strange technique to avoid Ichimoku’s attacks.

However, even though he blocked or dodged the opponent’s sword, there was no opening to penetrate.

“Hmm~?”

After several attempts to dig in were blocked, the instructor made a strange noise again and his eyes lit up.

‘There is no such thing as tension.’

The instructor felt strange. It was like dealing with a seasoned swordsman who had been training with the sword for at least ten years and had experienced hundreds of life-and-death encounters.

While swinging his sword ceaselessly, there was never a moment when his posture collapsed or an opening was exposed.

‘So it seems like he wasn’t chosen by the Supreme for nothing.’

The instructor’s demeanor suddenly changed as he smiled with interest.

Pot!

The instructor, who had raised his internal energy a little more in his danjeon, performed the technique at a much faster speed than before.

The sudden change in speed gave the impression of a surprise attack.

Thanks to that, the instructor succeeded in reducing the gap between the two in an instant and shouted.

The instructor’s palm was now overflowing with a black energy that was different from before.

Feeling an ominous feeling for some reason, Ichimoku immediately raised his internal energy and created a sword energy.

Ichimoku blocked the instructor’s attack, which suddenly increased in speed, with the Sacho-style Danhon Ilseom (斷魂一閃), which contained the secrets of a quick sword.

visor!!

A much stronger friction sound than before rang out, and Ichimoku frowned without realizing it.

It wasn’t due to internal injuries from the collision.

‘Tsk. It wasn’t just black.’

A tingling sensation rose through the hand holding the sword.

That was because the black aura contained thunder.

But Ichimoku was not flustered.

It was my first time experiencing brain damage, but I’ve experienced similar things before.

He raises his internal energy in one breath from his danjeon and pushes away the brain energy flowing through his hand, while at the same time, he unleashes the soul-inducing sword imbued with the willow’s secrets and blows away the black sword that was in contact.

visor!

And as he spread out his magic and moved his position, he swung his sword in succession. He mixed the hecho and the silcho, making it difficult for his opponent to easily strike his sword.

‘Having worked with Jin Ha-yeon has helped me in many ways.’

It wasn’t a brain attack, but it was thanks to the experience gained from dealing with hundreds of instances of the small-scale magic attack, a type of ice attack.

Even when fighting against the Ice Sword, if you directly collide with it, you will have a hard time because of the cold air that passes through the sword.

However, there was one problem.

The big problem was that Ilmok was still two levels lower than Jin Ha-yeon, and the instructor was several levels higher than Jin Ha-yeon.

As Ilmok held his attack for a while, the instructor increased his speed again.

Pot!

“Ugh!”

Ichimoku was once again on the defensive in an instant.

It became increasingly difficult to maintain distance or completely avoid the instructor’s techniques, and eventually there were times when I had no choice but to block the instructor’s black sword with my sword.

“Ugh.”

Even as he groaned lightly from the tingling sensation of brain energy rushing through his sword, Ichimoku barely managed to escape the crisis and hold on.

But that was only for a moment.

Wedge!

Surprisingly, at some point, Ichimoku started to counterattack again.

It was because the herbivore was familiar to me.

Although the speed and power had been continuously increased, the initial technique used was the same, so the movement of unfolding the technique and the trajectory of the sword flying in were familiar.

It seemed like Ichimoku, who had been pushed back unilaterally, began to counterattack occasionally.

‘now!’

Ichimoku’s sword, which had finally found an opening, advanced along an ideal trajectory toward the instructor’s head.

And just before the sword pierced the instructor’s head.

Pot!

The instructor’s hand, moving much faster than before, grabbed Ichimoku’s sword in an instant.

“Whew. That’s it.”

The instructor took a deep breath, quickly returned to his original smiling face, and released the sword he was holding.

“Thank you for teaching me a trick.”

When the quickly drawn sword showed respect with a lottery ticket, the instructor smiled coolly and pointed somewhere.

“Hahahaha. I only did the martial arts, but you can’t even call it teaching. There’s still an interview left, so go to the main hall over there.”

In response to the instructor’s explanation, Ichimoku once again showed his respect with a lottery ticket and headed towards the pavilion the instructor had pointed to.

‘Hmm? He seems to be a more normal instructor than I thought. Could it be that he was a master who had been tricked?’

As that thought occurred to him, Ichimoku unconsciously turned his head back and met his eyes with the instructor who was waving his hand with a bright smile.

At the same time, Ilmok, who felt goosebumps for some reason, nodded briefly and quickly headed to the main hall.

‘what?’

It was a sight that gave me goosebumps for no reason.

* * *

The youngest disciple of Cheonma, and a famous disciple known within the school for his recent misdeeds.

The instructor was smiling brightly as he watched the back of the eight-legged Confucius entering the main hall. Chu Il-hwan’s eyes narrowed like a snake.

He licked his lips with his tongue, his face looking as if he was hunting prey.

“It was dangerous. I almost killed him because I was so excited.”

The name of the magic he learned was Black Thunder Magic Palm. Its side effect was the urge to kill.

* * *

After arriving at the main building, Ichimoku waited for a moment for his turn and then went into the room prepared for the interview.

And another instructor who was waiting in the room, checked Ichimoku’s name and asked.

“Among all the Heavenly Horses of all time, who do you think is the greatest, except for the current Heavenly Horse, Hyukryun Ilhwi, and why?”

It wasn’t simply a matter of choosing a great person to respect.

‘It’s a problem that combines history books and doctrine books.’

As they were the objects of faith, many of their achievements were recorded in history books.

In addition, the achievements of each celestial horse were varied. Naturally, their achievements could be interpreted in various ways depending on the doctrine.

In other words, it could be said that this was a question that linked history to the doctrine that one considered most important among the contents of the doctrine.

Although the answer was not set in stone, one had to be able to clearly explain one’s own opinion, and that too in connection with the doctrines of the Cheonmasingyo.

“I believe that the achievements of the Seven Heavenly Demons, the Gwanghyeolcheonma, are the greatest. The reason is….”

Ilmok answered the instructor’s questions without hesitation.

This was because I had already experienced similar problems in dozens of mock interviews conducted in preparation for the entrance examination for Jin Ha-yeon and the Magic Hall.

Since then, the instructor has been asking various questions.

There were questions where there was a clear correct answer, and there were also questions where I had to explain my own opinion by linking it to doctrine, law, and history.

And what do all these different questions have in common?

“That’s all.”

The point was that these were questions that could be answered without a single hitch.

Immediately after exchanging about fifteen questions and answers over the course of an hour or so.

The instructor nodded and said.

“The results will be posted on the wall in two days, so come back in two days.”

* * *

Two days later.

Ilmok headed to the huge Jangwon where he had taken the entrance exam for the Magic Academy along with Jin Ha-yeon and Guyang Moon.

At the entrance, there were many other people coming and going, showing mixed reactions of joy and sorrow.

The only fortunate thing was that there weren’t that many people.

‘I said that because only the top talents were accepted in the first place, there weren’t that many people who were evaluated.’

Ichimoku, who had passed through the crowd of people and approached the wall, looked at the poster hanging on the wall.

Fortunately, I guess.

Ichimoku didn’t have to search through the posters diligently to find his name.

Because his name was written at the top of the poster.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty.”

“Hahaha. As expected of Prince Ilmok, I thought he would definitely pass with top honors!”

Ilmok could only make a subtle expression at Jin Ha-yeon’s brief congratulations and Guyang-moon’s praise, who seemed to be more excited than him for some reason.

‘Are we really going in now…?’

In a horrible facility with instructors full of lunatics and fellow students full of would-be lunatics.